Posted March 17, 2023, 3:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Dasca’s Apartment- Aftermaths are Messy
Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) in Dasca’s Apartment- Aftermaths are Messy
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Dasca’s Apartment- Aftermaths are Messy
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But the guards stayed on the other side of the door and Eela gave them a grateful nod as she closed the door.
“This way,” Eela said softly, as she led Tandra out of the foyer and to the left down the hall. The right side of the available wall space was taken filled with framed images that documented the six decades and of Dasca’s life. Family, friends, three quadrants of travel- the highlights of much of her life where there. The images on display were deeply important, like those of all her grandparents and her late parents, or her promotion ceremony when she made Captain. But nothing from her wedding, and there was an obvious hole in the gallery of photos where one no longer hung.
There were a lot of pictures, Mika was reminded of her own wall of photos. There was an obviously blank spot and judging by what was missing she could guess what had been removed.
On the left side of the hallway was filled with recessed bookshelves entirely full of books with protective doors. Some looked newer and many appeared old. There was poetry and many volumes of literature in a myriad of languages. This all seemed to be works of fiction.
The hallway led to the side of the apartment with the spare rooms, her office and the family area that included the kitchen, that was open plan to a small casual eating area and a cozy sitting nook. She hung a right at her office and stepped into the large and well appointed kitchen.
“I thought we could sit on the couches in here and talk, or out on the patio. I’ve made some coffee. Do you drink it? I can also get you water or a myriad of teas.” At least for the moment Eela seemed to be in hostess mode, focused on practical tasks.
~Eela
“Either one is fine by me.” Mika replied, and then shook her head. “No, thank you.” She was more of a tea person but she wasn’t here to make Eela host her. She was here on the job. She smiled comfortingly, “How about we get started?”
~ Mika, CNS
“Sure,” Eela said, grabbing a mug painted in a swirl of colours that looked handmade and pouring herself a cup of coffee. She moved around the large island and past the round dining table into the corner of the apartment. The sitting area formed a U with a central coffee table, flanked by a couple plants and a vase of flowers on the table. Eela sat in the corner nearest the windows where she could look out into the part of her patio set up as a lounge space, careful not to spill her drink. She leaned back, letting her body sink a bit into the cushions, bringing one foot up to rest on the edge.
Mika picked a spot not quite across from Eela where she could easily see and focus on her, folding her hands in her lap.
“I don’t know where to start, except that the metaphor I used when the Governor came to check in on me seems to still apply. My ex-husband showed up and essentially launched a spread of torpedoes into my life. I’m now standing amongst the debris and trying to figure out if I’m seeing pieces that have a truth revealed, or if I can keep some of those pieces as part of happy memories. And the answer is… confronting.” She sipped her coffee.
~Eela
Mika nodded slowly. She had seen the video and Eela’s response to it. She took a short moment to think and pick her response, “And why is the answer confronting?” She leaned forward slightly, listening intently.
~ Mika
Her lungs filled with air, expanding her ribs and Eela took a moment to ground herself in the sensation. “Because… I think there’s been a great deal of denial on my part. And maybe it’s a little bit of hindsight, but It was easy to see earlier issues in my marriage as just being the sort of difficult times all couples go through, and blaming my marriage actually falling apart on my accident. On how I was after. But…” She frowned and sipped again. “It started before that. My friend Roger hinted that he thought as much and I wanted to discount it, but no, I think he’s right. And so now I’m left with the memories of a forty-year marriage that had a component of manipulation that makes me very uncomfortable. And sad. And angry.”
~Eela
“Sometimes we see a lot more in hindsight than we do during a situation. Oftentimes, those on the outside can also see a situation more clearly than we can ourselves.” It was something Eela probably already knew, but Mika found saying it anyway to be helpful. “Can you give me some examples of what felt manipulative to you?”
~ Mika
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